-Two weeks later-
Remember how I said I couldn't remember life before Norman? Well, now I can.
It's been a month since they took him back to the institution. While Louise has been working there, shes been unsuccessful in convincing him that I didnt have anything to do with this.
Why would I? How would I? I've spent every waking moment with him for quite some time.
"Maybe you can write him a letter. I'll give it to him." Louise says, rocking Judy. I nod, running a hand through my freshly washed hair. "I'll do that. Thank you, Lou."
I stand up to go to my bedroom when she stops me. "I'm worried about you, Jo. You hardly eat, you dont sleep. You look horrible."
I scoff, "Gee, thanks."
She scowls. "Really. I'm worried about you. Norman is gonna be fine, why are you so worried?"
I shrug, kicking my foot at nothing. "I dont know, I guess- maybe it's because I love him." I say nonchalantly.
Her eyes slightly widen and she nods. "Just write your letter. I'll take it to him." She stands up, careful not to wake Judy. "Goodnight Jo." They go upstairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I grab a sheet of paper out of our office and sit at the desk, trying to figure out how to put my words onto paper.
'Dear Norman,
I hope you will read this. Louise tells me you're very angry with me. Understand I had no part in you being taken from home. I miss you Norman. I'll do everything I can to get you out.
Love, Jolene.'
Just as I finish the letter I hear the door open downstairs. My heart begins pounding and I creep out of the office. Once I'm downstairs I start toward the kitchen, but a voice startles me.
"Jolene?!"
I sharply turn around.
Richards parents.
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